Journey. Risk. French Toast.

I am constantly surprised by what people settle with.
Friendships that silently rip our identity and self respect to shreds.
Romance that oppresses and changes us into people we never wanted to be.
Schedules that eat our souls.
Jobs that are uninspiring prisons.
Mortgages that hold us back from adventure.
Children we regret having, parents we regret having, cities we hate, communities we don’t know.
And we seem to just keep going, not even hoping for better, but knowing that settling is better then trying and failing, but failing to see success as a possibility.

Today I drew this

“Our homes shouldn’t be bigger then our call. our homes should also not be so boring that others can’t visit and find belonging.”

Today we prayed for families. And whilst we were praying it occurred to me that my parents gave me a balance of a few things. They constructed an amazing shelter.

Emotional.
-I felt very safe at home. I felt very safe in my parents company. I felt like they loved me and were glad I was alive. I felt secure and comforted.

Physical.
– I always had a bed to sleep in. Food on the table. Clothes on my back. Fun stuff to do. The ability to be entertained and to learn. When I got sick i saw a doctor.

These shelters extended all over the world. I felt safe on a missions trip in Traralgon, Victoria, at church camps in the bush of QLD and NSW and at school even tho my parents were not there.

These shelters gave me a solid foundation that liberated me to risk and learn and give. These shelters also never kept me back from anything. It was never a prison, but it was a safehouse, a haven from the storm.
Our family home was never bigger then my call. My life destiny.

In recent years one of my favourite things to do is take my friends home to meet my parents. And more likely then not, every one wants to go back. My parents are amazingly fun to be around, they are wise and funny and entertaining. They make you feel instantly comfortable around you. My friends seem to really enjoy that, and i enjoy watching my parents do what they do best. Love people and making space for people.

Our home was never boring. And I always loved bringing people home. Still do, even tho my home is different now.

Settling for Safety.

I think theres a difference in where I find safety and where a lot of people find safety. And it begins or at least shows itself mainly in the home.

I met a man recently who currently has a wife and kids and a home. He works a job he doesn’t like, feels called to some where else in the world, uses his house as a haven from life and hates having people around. People mess up things. So he likes hanging out ‘out there’ and having his space in here.

Walk most upper class streets and this is expressed in high fences, thick tree lines, security systems that makes prison owners drool, safety, we find, in being able to control our circumstances, being able to control other peoples involvement. And even when we feel we aren’t supposed to be where we are, we throw away life adventure for a false sense of security, because even if we are ultra ‘safe’, thieves still steal, moths still corrupt, economic collapses still happen and when we trust in created things, when they are destroyed…. things happen to our lives.

When we find security in our houses, we can’t journey far from it. and When we keep the ‘rabble’ out of our homes, we miss out on relationship, growth, warmth, life change.

Many a night was spent – my parents, counselling, encouraging, teaching, guiding – hundreds of people in our lounge room or at the dinning table. Lives were changed.

Watching my brother live and learn in New Zealand for 4 years, my sister go to Burma for a year then travel the world and meet her husband… my other sister travel around the villages of East Timor… Our home was a shelter and foundation for adventure and story that never got held back. The peoples lives that just us four children have effected is ridiculous. We have jokingly spoke about writing a book about our hitch hiking adventures. But the six of us could write a myriad of books on the safety and adventure we find not in a house, not in a structure, not in trusting things seen, but trusting things unseen, that sometimes make no sense.

Trusting in love, hope, community and ultimately God who put it all in motion and invades it all when we let him.

Our homes shouldn’t be bigger then our call. our homes should be so liberating that we and our children change the world.

 

https://donteattrash.com/2012/06/28/prayer-university-and-hands-on-experience/

 

 

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